Clentine:
There was utter silence in the bathroom. I knew they were watching my breasts before Troy sighed and clapped.
"Okay, enough. It’s not like anyone here is interested in this skunk. People get naked all the ti before their transitions," he stepped ahead and stood in front of , his back facing .
"Yeah, right. She must be thinking we’re desperate," said Haiden, scoffing and walking past . I let go of my shirt, and it covered my body again.
"Let’s not give her false hopes that handso alphas like us could ever be satisfied watching her body," Yorick added, leaving the bathroom. To be honest, their comnts helped feel better. It made feel like nothing wrong happened here.
"Give her the pieces back. Let her sit and tape them together, and only then will she realize how hard it is to pick up the broken pieces and fix them," there was a deeper aning behind Troy’s words. He saw as soone who had wronged him.
Betrayed him.
His hatred for ca from the past we shared. The rumors that ruined his life for a while were no small thing either, anyone would turn bitter.
I stood with my hands down, eyelashes wet.
As soon as Troy walked past , I sighed and expected Ian to return the pieces like the others had asked him to.
"You know, betrayal leaves a bitter taste in the mouth, like dicine does. But sotis, giving soone a taste of their own dicine is important," Ian’s voice still sent goosebumps through my body. It was so deep and heavy, like a broken robot talking.
But his actions were far worse than his creepy smile. He parted his fingers, and the pieces started falling into the toilet.
"No!" As I scread, I heard the others rush in behind . Ian didn’t waste a minute before flushing the toilet.
I sat on my knees and watched the pieces flush away while little sobs escaped my lips.
"What the fuck, Ian? We made a deal with her," in ca Yorick, yelling at Ian.
"You did. I didn’t. I just did what she had done to ," Ian responded, not even a little guilty as the others looked at him with judgnt in their eyes. This is why I wanted him out of our room.
"Fuck you," Troy joined Yorick. I didn’t care what they were doing behind my back, but I could tell they weren’t happy that Ian went against them. This was what a typical alpha ntality looked like.
They would even turn on each other if the ti ca. And I could tell Ian was the one who would be responsible for such a disaster. I closed my eyes and got up from the floor, and they all went silent. Then I ran the tap and washed my face in the sink.
They all silently watched as I cleaned my face, dried it, and then walked out of the bathroom like nothing had happened. Crying in front of them would an to give them the satisfaction that they can twist my life and hurt .
They ca out as well, taking their beds. The sight of them was angering , but I was holding it all in, pushing down the rage that could ruin everything.
That night was the hardest one to get through. I tossed around in my bed, had nightmares about losing my family pictures.
The thing was, they didn’t know, but Troy did. He knew what those pictures ant to and had told the alphas, but he couldn’t control them.
It was obvious Ian wasn’t soone who forgets or forgives easily.
The next morning, I was up before them. So I took a shower, tied my hair in a tight bun, and wore a hat. Then I slipped into a gray oversized shirt and baggy, knee-length shorts.
Today was the first day of training. There were other groups in the dorms on the other side of the academy, but we were told not to talk to each other until the announcent. It wasn’t more like training but fighting to survive for everything that never seed like a luxury before.
The academy was built with legs spread out with a passage, each wing had an open corridor and a dorm room at the end. So it wasn’t really possible for groups to run into each other anyway.
Even the als were served separately to every group.
After we were all ready, we sat on our beds in silence. Nobody spoke.
Then the Lurker arrived. He didn’t have to say a word, just pointed his finger at each of us, one by one, and then toward the door.
We all got to our feet, but the minute I tried to stand in line, Haiden pushed out and took my spot. In the end, I was the last one in the line.
We were taken into the mountain forest, where a podium had been set up for us.
Yorick reached it first, standing behind it and holding a piece of paper.
"It’s the first day. The training is simple. All of you will start running and reach the finish line before the others. There will only be one winner. The rest will co back to the sa spot tomorrow morning and every day until the next announcent, and practice their sprinting speed," Yorick smirked as he put the paper down.
"Guys, did I tell you I used to play basketball in high school?" he smirked, reminding of our ti together. I rembered, even if the others didn’t.
"Huh, let’s see who wins," Haiden scoffed, probably getting a flashback of always playing for our high school and winning on the football team.
I stayed quiet. None of them knew that when it ca to sprinting, they couldn’t beat .
And that’s where I planned to take them down.
"So what? We should just start?" Troy had his hands on his waist, looking around. I guess, like , they expected the row before us to be filled with teachers, or whoever they were that would train us. We had expected a proper marathon setup. But there was nothing here.
Yorick ca and stood with us in line. "Maybe we’ll get a clue what to do."
This academy was nothing like we had imagined. There were no clear instructions, just these masked n—silent Lurkers everywhere. Even when we asked them questions, they wouldn’t respond.
But the minute we ford a line, the Lurker raised his arm into the air, pointing at the sky with the gun in his hand. The guys around crouched down at the starting line, fingers pressed to the dirt, one foot forward, hips raised, every muscle tight and ready to launch, while I stood still like a viewer.
As soon as the Lurker fired the gun, the guys began to sprint like their lives depended on it. I stayed behind, looking around briefly. My instinct told we weren’t as alone as we thought we were.
I gave the guys a head start.
And then, with a smirk on my lips, I started running.
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